One day he'll find you. He'll walk into a small name coffee shop and see you sitting there at the table in the corner, drinking your coffee and working on some crazy assignment from your boss. You will be so focused, that nothing could break your concentration. You won't be trying to impress a single soul. That's when he'll see you. And in your head, you would never imagine that he would find you here. He will lay his eyes on you, and before even speaking to you, he'll decide that he wants you now and forever more.
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.